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To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (10111)	1/20/2003 2:20:35 PM
From: Elmer Flugum	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

"I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become reality. I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word." Martin Luther King

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (10111)	1/21/2003 10:08:53 AM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

The Unnamable River ~Arthur Sze Red Shifting Web 1. Is it in the anthracite face of a coal miner, crystalized in the veins and lungs of a steel worker, pulverized in the grimy hands of a railroad engineer? Is it in a child naming a star, coconuts washing ashore, dormant in a volcano along the Rio Grande? You can travel the four thousand miles of the Nile to its source and never find it. You can climb the five highest peaks of the Himalayas and never recognize it. You can gaze through the largest telescope and never see it. But it's in the capillaries of your lungs. It's in the space as you slice open a lemon. It's in a corpse burning on the Ganges, in rain splashing on banana leaves. Perhaps you have to know you are about to die to hunger for it. Perhaps you have to go alone into the jungle armed with a spear to truly see it. Perhaps you have to have pneumonia to sense its crush. But it's also in the scissor hands of a clock. It's in the precessing motion of a top when a torque makes the axis of rotation describe a cone: and the cone spinning on a point gathers past, present, future. 2. In a crude theory of perception, the apple you see is supposed to be a copy of the actual apple, but who can step out of his body to compare the two? Who can step out of his life and feel the Milky Way flow out of his hands? An unpicked apple dies on a branch; that is all we know of it. It turns black and hard, a corpse on the Ganges. Then go ahead and map out three thousand miles of the Yangtze; walk each inch, feel its surge and flow as you feel the surge and flow in your own body. And the spinning cone of a precessing top is a form of existence that gathers and spins death and life into one. It is in the duration of words, but beyond words -- river river river,river river. The coal miner may not know he has it. The steel worker may not know he has it. The railroad engineer may not know he has it. But it is there. It is in the smell of an avocado blossom, and in the true passion of a kiss.